Unnamed - Sappho/Atthis (Sapphis)
This is what to do with overactive teenage hormones.
Sappho is sitting at her desk when Atthis comes in, sweating and a little dirty from training with the Praetorians. Her dusty leather armour is dented in some places from the repeated impact of swords smashing against it, and there are a few fresh cuts on her arms. She looks a little short of breath as she stands in the doorway, watching Sappho. It's obvious from her proud stance that the training session was a success.
Sappho puts her quill down and stares. Atthis prowls closer. The gleam in her eyes makes Sappho's crotch begin to pulse. Any ideas she had about spending her morning writing are rapidly disappearing. She swallows and her gaze follows Atthis as stalks over to the bed and sits on the edge.
'Come here,' She grates. 'Now.'
Oh gods, that throaty command goes staight down there. Sappho gets to her feet and slinks across the room to the bed. Atthis watches intently as Sappho kneels down in front of her. Sappho pushes Atthis's tunic up and parts her pale thighs, exposing the wiry red triangle that lies between them. Sappho shifts and sits with her legs folded, shuffling closer. Atthis locks a hand in Sappho's shiny black hair and gives a slight, impatient tug. The older woman just smirks and begins to kiss Atthis's inner thighs slowly, completely ignoring the quivering, slicked sex a few inches from her lips. Atthis grunts frustratedly, writhing on the spot.
'Sappho!' Atthis growls. She gives another harder tug on her lover's hair, trying to guide her selfishly for her own pleasure, but Sappho stubbornly refuses to be hurried. Sappho swirls her tongue on the soft flesh, tracing intricate patterns while Atthis shivers. She inches higher and higher up and hears Atthis's breath hitch. She smirks again against her skin and finally lays a single lick to Atthis's swollen clit. Atthis moans above her, eyes closed, head tilted back. She moves her hand to the back of Sappho's head and pulls her foreward. This time, Sappho obliges and flicks her tongue a few more times against Atthis's beating sex, drawing more moans from Atthis's throat.
Gently, she circles the sensitive nub with her tongue before taking it in her mouth and suckling. Atthis's thighs immedately close around Sappho's head and she screams. Sappho sucks a little more, then slides her tongue inside and moves it in lazy circles. Atthis bucks her hips and chokes out Sappho's name over and over as the tongue inside her goes deeper. Sappho covers all of Atthis with her mouth, alternating between lapping, suckling and slipping her tongue in. Atthis screeches above her, hips rutting. She's close, Sappho can feel her contracting around her tongue. A few more swipes and she'll come undone straight into Sappho's mouth. But just when Atthis begins to whine, Sappho pulls back. Atthis's face is desperate as she writhes on the spot.
'Sappho!' Atthis snarls. 'Gods damn you, don't stop now.'
'Beg.' Sappho says sweetly.
'Please!' Atthis wails. Triumphantly, Sappho plunges two fingers into Atthis's dripping sex. She comes almost instantly with a raucous cry, walls clamping around Sappho's fingers. Sappho draws it out even more by moving her fingers slowly as Atthis rides out the waves of her climax. Eventually, when the bliss subsides, Atthis pulls Sappho up and kisses her roughly.
'I fucking hate you.' Atthis pants when the kiss is broken. But they both know that she doesn't mean it.